[Full-time master] mottled

In the interrogation of Meng Ping, even if "sanctions" are used, clues about Tang Jianbo must be obtained from his mouth; we can deal with it casually during lunch, and in the afternoon, we will go to the scene where Meng Ping's wife was dismembered and disemboweled. Maybe he can not only learn about the ghost baby, but also the clues about the disappearance of the three members of the Tang family; he will go to the hospital around the evening. If he remembers correctly, the MICU visit time should be from six to seven; Trying to find a way to spend the night in the hospital, he didn't want to be too far away from Jiang Botao.

Zhou Zekai, who has experienced sensory overload once, now needs a sense of security on the ground, not blindly relying on Jiang Botao's guide to support him, and he has almost finished the pack of cigarettes.

However, Zhou Zekai planned this, but something went wrong—in fact, it was not a mistake—the overtired Zhou Zekai slept with his head covered until 11:30 noon.

Zhou Zekai, who was still sleepy at first, was startled when he saw the time clearly, and quickly got up to wash up. He began to regret that he didn't set the alarm clock before going to bed last night. Now it seems that the plan to interrogate Meng Ping can only be postponed to the afternoon. The trip to the villa had to be postponed until tomorrow.

Three extra hours of sleep had thrown his plans into disarray.

While waiting to check out at the front desk, Zhou Zekai swiped his cell phone. He had 37 missed calls, three of which were unknown numbers, but judging from the format and location of the number, they should be harassing calls, and 22 calls were from Yu Ning, the deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade. Yes, the other twelve were shot by Ma Jianlin.

Seeing so many missed calls, Zhou Zekai's heart skipped a beat, fearing that something happened, so he hurriedly called Yu Ning back first.

The phone rang twice before being connected. Yu Ning on the other end of the phone didn't talk nonsense to Zhou Zekai, but just said: "The police headquarters detention center, hurry up, hurry up."

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zekai asked.

"Meng Ping is dead." After Yu Ning finished speaking, he hung up the phone.When Zhou Zekai heard this, he didn't even care about getting back the deposit he had paid when opening the house, so he hurried downstairs, hailed a taxi, and went straight to the detention center of the police headquarters.

While in the car, Zhou Zekai also called Ma Jianlin back. There was nothing wrong with Ma Jianlin, but Yu Ning couldn't find Zhou Zekai and asked him to contact him for help.Ma Jianlin is now also in the detention center of the police headquarters, his voice sounded very tired, facing Zhou Zekai's questioning about the cause of Meng Ping's death, Ma Jianlin didn't answer, just said that the specific details should be read when he comes.

Zhou Zekai hurried to the detention center, it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Ning picked Zhou Zekai at the gate, and took him directly to the prison area.The suspects detained in the cell had just had lunch, and it was time for lunch break. Zhou Zekai could hear the suspects chirping and discussing something while passing by the cells.

Most of the detainees in the detention center are suspects who have not been formally arrested or are under investigation. Compared with prisons, the guards are relatively free, so the police only knock on the door of the cell to quiet the suspects inside.

The detention center at the police headquarters has only two prison areas, and Meng Ping's cell is at the innermost of the B cell.When he first stepped into the B prison area, Zhou Zekai smelled a faint smell of blood, and the further he walked into the prison area, the stronger the bloody smell.

Turning the corner, Zhou Zekai saw a dozen police officers and technicians busy in and out of a cell door.The cordon was stretched all the way to the concrete space outside the cell. The cells around the cordon were very quiet, and it seemed that they had been temporarily moved.

Ma Jianlin was standing outside the cordon smoking a cigarette with a sad face. Seeing Yu Ning leading Zhou Zekai this way, he took a sharp puff, threw the butt of the cigarette on the ground, stomped it out, and turned back to greet the busy police officers to take a break , Empty the cell.

"What's going on?" Zhou Zekai, who had just stood outside the cell, couldn't help frowning. The smell of blood here was too strong, something serious must have happened in the cell.

Ma Jianlin didn't say a word, but just motioned for Zhou Zekai to look into the cell.The technician didn't close the door of the cell when he exited. Zhou Zekai leaned forward to look inside, and couldn't help but gasped.

——This rectangular prison cell of more than 20 square meters is like a purgatory on earth. There are bloodstains everywhere on the floor and walls. The bed, bedding, and clothes to be changed are all soaked in blood. Ceilings up to five meters high.

In addition, Zhou Zekai also "saw" eleven "people" standing in the room—obviously, these earth binding spirits were the victims who were killed here—Zhou Zekai resisted the smell of blood, and looked carefully I checked again, and Meng Ping was not among the eleven "people".

"Captain Ma?" After watching the scene, Zhou Zekai turned his head to look at Ma Jianlin.

"This is a room for 16 people. It was confiscated, and only twelve people were detained." Ma Jianlin said, "At 08:30 this morning, when the roll call was assembled in Cell B, the police found that the twelve people in cell 6015 had not arrived. When I came to see it, I found that they were all dead. Two people on duty at night died in the corridor, ten died on the bed, and the bodies were taken to the forensic doctor.”

"Cause of death?" Zhou Zekai asked, at this moment Ma Jianlin just took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, so he scratched his neck with the cigarette, and said, "Cut your throat."

"All?" Zhou Zekai asked again.

"All of them, except Meng Ping..." Ma Jianlin paused, "He was also cut open."

"What?" Zhou Zekai was taken aback.

"Oh, let's go, go to the monitoring room, and you will know after watching the monitoring."

A camera was installed in the front and back of the cell in the detention center of the police headquarters, which can clearly record what happened in the room.According to the surveillance, everything in cell 03 was normal after the lights were turned off at 30 o'clock until 6015:[-] in the morning: two people sat on the bench on duty to prevent others from committing suicide or escaping the prison, while the rest slept and changed every two hours. The other two are on duty.

It happened that Meng Ping and another suspect were on shift last night. After twelve o'clock, Meng Ping woke up the other two people on the bed to change shifts, and then fell asleep.Zhou Zekai noticed for a moment that Meng Ping slept on bed No. 03.There was another shift change in the cell at two o'clock, and since it was already late at night, the two on duty leaned against the wall and couldn't help feeling sleepy.And at 30:[-], a black figure appeared in the corner of the surveillance screen at the front door.

As soon as he saw this black shadow, Zhou Zekai knew what it was: that black shadow was almost identical to what appeared on the monitoring screen when Yan Shaoli's body disappeared from the forensic mortuary. It was a small, child's hand. .

Ghost baby!Zhou Zekai was startled.Ma Jianlin said earlier that according to the DNA comparison results extracted from the ghost baby's biological samples, the ghost baby is Meng Ping's child, and his whereabouts have been unknown since Yan Shaoli's body was stolen.Appearing here again now, could it be that he came to find his father?

Since the ventilation window of the cell is a sliding window, this time the baby ghost didn't make the movement of slapping the glass, but directly opened the already open sliding window wider.Although in order to prevent the suspect from escaping, the detention center installed iron fences on the ventilation windows, but it is more than enough for a baby, still such a young baby, to get in between the fences.

The ventilation window was more than four meters high from the ground. After the ghost baby squeezed into the cell through the fence, because of the problem of light and monitoring angle, it was impossible to see how he got out of the ventilation window.On the other hand, Zhou Zekai, who had keen hearing, heard a muffled sound amidst the snoring, as if something had fallen to the ground.

The ghost baby walked unsteadily in the cell with short legs, and slowly approached the two staff who had already dozed off.

Then there is the massacre.

Even though he had watched it beforehand, Ma Jianlin, who was standing beside Zhou Zekai, couldn't help but take half a step back when he saw the surveillance video again: a baby who was less than one month old, had been silent for less than half an hour. The eerie and bloody scene of killing eleven adult males is really horrifying.

After killing the other 11 people in the cell, the ghost baby finally came to bed No. [-] where Meng Ping was lying.Just like when he killed other people, Guiying grabbed the iron bed frame and climbed onto the bed, but he didn't cut Meng Ping's throat immediately, but sat quietly beside Meng Ping for a while.

Meng Ping seemed to be in a deep sleep, unaffected by the smell of blood and the outside world. The ghost baby sat on the bedside and stared at him. Then he stretched out his arms covered with corpse spots, lay down and hugged Meng Ping's neck. , rubbing his shoulder and neck intimately, like a child coquettish to his father.

Half a minute later, just like killing other people, Guiying also cut Meng Ping's neck, and then he opened Meng Ping's stomach, forcefully squeezed out the internal organs and got in.The ghost baby lay on its side in Meng Ping's blood-drenched abdomen. He curled up, closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully, as if returning to his mother's womb.

The cell also returned to silence.

In order to avoid unnecessary panic, only Zhou Zekai, Ma Jianlin and Yu Ning were in the surveillance room. After watching the surveillance, the three of them did not speak for a long time.

"The ghost baby is also dead." It was Yu Ning who finally broke the silence, "The body is also with the forensic doctor."

"En." Zhou Zekai responded, "What is the murder weapon?"

"It's an ordinary utility blade." Ma Jianlin said, "but there is a sentence engraved on the blade."

"Words?" Zhou Zekai turned his head and looked over.

"'73, you killed them'." Ma Jianlin looked directly at Zhou Zekai, "Do you know who 73 is?"

"I don't know." Zhou Zekai shook his head, he really didn't know who this so-called 73 was, but the word "killed" is really interesting.

Obviously, the ghost baby was sent by people related to Tang Jianbo to kill Meng Ping.However, Zhou Zekai just had the idea of ​​interrogating Meng Ping last night. From him, he opened a breakthrough about Tang Jianbo. Meng Ping died unexpectedly this morning—not only did he die in such a bloody and strange way, It even took the lives of eleven other innocent people because of this-and only one person knew that he was coming to interrogate Meng Ping.

...Ma Jianlin.

Zhou Zekai didn't dare to think about it, but he couldn't stop thinking about it and doubting it.Zhou Zekai felt more and more that since the "11.12 mass disappearance incident", the more he and Jiang Botao tried to find out the truth, the more and more complicated this huge mystery seemed to be involved.

They really can't trust anyone anymore.

Zhou Zekai was thinking secretly, when Ma Jianlin's cell phone rang suddenly. When he took the cell phone out of his coat pocket, Zhou Zekai moved a step to the side calmly, away from Ma Jianlin. Noticing Zhou Zekai's movements, he just answered the phone on his own: "Hey, Wen Gao, what's wrong?"

I don't know what Shi Wengao on the other end of the phone said, but Ma Jianlin's face changed, and he said something like "protect the scene" to the other end of the phone, and then hung up the phone in a hurry.

Ma Jianlin, who was still holding the phone, grabbed Zhou Zekai's shoulder, not caring about the delicate expression on his face, but said eagerly, "Xiao Zhou, follow me quickly, something happened at the hospital."

Seeing the sporadic bloodstains scattered in the corridor leading from the elevator entrance to the MICU, Zhou Zekai, who was worried and anxious, almost fell into a state of sensory overload again.

Zhou Zekai wanted to jump into the MICU without saying a word, but the steel isolation door of the MICU was closed tightly during non-exploration time.Just when Zhou Zekai was about to perform the show of tearing down the iron gate with his bare hands, Shi Wengao's voice came from behind them: "Master! Brother Zhou! Over here!"

Jiang Botao was dressed in a hospital gown, wrapped in a blanket and sitting on the single bed in the doctor's lounge on duty. Next to him was a working ventilator. He was also inserted with a nasal oxygen tube, and he didn't seem to be in good spirits.

After Zhou Zekai entered the door, he rushed straight to Jiang Botao. He half-kneeled on the ground and almost touched Jiang Botao from top to bottom. The anxiety and panic in his eyes seemed like he had just witnessed the end of the world.Jiang Botao didn't speak, he just rubbed Zhou Zekai's shoulder lightly with his hands over and over again, in order to comfort his extremely nervous sentinel.At the same time, Jiang Botao also released a little guide element, which could help him more effectively appease Zhou Zekai's anxiety.

"What happened? Is it important? Are you hurt?" Zhou Zekai asked eagerly, grabbing Jiang Botao's hand.

Jiang Botao still didn't speak, he just shook his head, then raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at Zhou Zekai.But Zhou Zekai couldn't relax at all. He frowned and checked Jiang Botao's physical condition again. During this period, Zhou Zekai's hands were even shaking.

——Damn it, why did he leave Jiang Botao's side with confidence yesterday?Leave him alone in the hospital?The world is too dangerous for him to make this mistake again.

"Your little boyfriend is fine," Fang Minghua said suddenly, "I am the one with problems."

Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao looked up together, and saw Fang Minghua standing at the door with bruises at the corner of his mouth, several layers of gauze wrapped around his forehead, and the palm of his left hand was tightly wrapped in bandages, hanging around his neck with a fracture sling. Although the coat had been changed, the light blue sweater inside was stained with blood.

"What happened?" Zhou Zekai asked.

"Someone pretended to be a doctor and wanted to take Xiao Jiang away from the MICU. I found out." Fang Minghua gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, that grandson hit me on the head and almost gave me a mild concussion."

Zhou Zekai looked at Jiang Botao, then at Fang Minghua, and asked in puzzlement, "Take it away?"

"The one who pushed the bed away really pretended to be like that." Fang Minghua said, "Fortunately, I ran into it."

"What about that person?"

"Run away, did the security guards stop him? These two grandsons did the same. They came to the hospital to rob people in broad daylight. I really figured it out."

"Why did you take him away?"

"You ask me, how do I know?" Fang Minghua rolled his eyes, so Zhou Zekai had no choice but to turn to Jiang Botao again: "Are you all right?"

Jiang Botao still just shook his head with a smile, without saying a word, the more he was like this, the more anxious Zhou Zekai became, and he asked several times.In the end, Fang Minghua really couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to explain: "Don't force him, he has not recovered from the fracture of the hyoid bone, so he can't speak for the time being."

"...I'm sorry, it was my fault." Zhou Zekai held Jiang Botao's hands and said with his head down.Jiang Botao smiled, stretched out his hand to rub his hair, then he took out the phone from Zhou Zekai's coat pocket, unlocked it, clicked on the memo, and typed: Xiao Zhou, this is not your fault.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Zhou Zekai kissed the back of Jiang Botao's hand lightly, and kept saying apologetic words in a low voice.

"Are you going to get tired of doing crooked things again?" Fang Minghua said, who was still standing at the door, "Let's see if you know these two people, and if you offended someone again?"

On the mobile phone that Fang Minghua handed over was a screenshot of the monitoring screen of the hospital corridor. On one side of the screen was Jiang Botao's mobile hospital bed, and Fang Minghua, who was bleeding from his forehead, was sitting on the ground clutching the end of the bed.In the center of the screen are two men in white coats, one of whom has a mask pulled off his face. The man is about 30 years old, with a standard passer-by face with no distinctive features.

"I don't know." Zhou Zekai took a few glances and was quite sure that he didn't know such a person.On the contrary, Jiang Botao suddenly withdrew his palm, and Zhou Zekai, who was still holding his left hand, was keenly aware of it.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zekai asked.

I know this guy.Jiang Botao typed on the screen.Xiao Zhou, you still remember that night when we went to rescue Senior Ding’s husband Zhao Xinhong, I met you and said that I met two red guys and my hands were worn out.

Zhou Zekai nodded. He naturally remembered this incident. Jiang Botao's spiritual guide was by his side that day. The abnormal behavior of the white wolf halfway made him think that something happened to Jiang Botao, and he was very nervous for a few minutes.

After getting Zhou Zekai's response, Jiang Botao continued typing: He is one of them.

"Want to take you away that day?" Zhou Zekai asked.

I don't know, but it's very possible.They sneaked up on me that day, I fought back after dodging, and after a few moves, they ran away.After typing this sentence, Jiang Botao's fingers hovered over the keyboard, as if hesitating for something, but in the end he still didn't type anymore.

"I'm sorry, I won't let you go alone again." Zhou Zekai stood up and gave Jiang Botao a hug as he spoke. Jiang Botao didn't make a sound and let him go.

Zhou Zekai, who hugged Jiang Botao, had icy eyes, not as warm as his embrace at all: No matter who wants to take away his guide again and again, he will have to pay for it.